Adaptation and Adaptation

After another fierce clash, Benjamin paid the price of having his newly regenerated left arm turn to ashes once more, barely managing to knock himself several thousand meters away.

Before he could catch his breath, Spirit Energy inside him surged madly, trying to replenish the losses and drive his body through its arduous evolution.

Yet the black-robed wizard's relentless pursuit, which had barely given anyone room to breathe, did not arrive at once.

Benjamin briefly let out a breath of relief and looked up.

Several hundred meters away, the black-robed wizard floated silently. His hood was slightly raised, his dark-red gaze seeming to fall upon some invisible point in the void, his brows drawing together almost imperceptibly.

He maintained the posture of pursuit, yet had come to an abrupt halt, as though an invisible wall stood in his path.

"Hmm?" A puzzled murmur escaped his lips.

Just now, when he had prepared to "omit" the intermediate steps of pursuit as before and directly appear at Benjamin's side to launch his next strike, he had felt an unprecedented sense of resistance.

It had not come from Benjamin's defenses, but from—the environment.

He clearly sensed that the "allowance" he could use during this attack cycle had been completely exhausted ahead of time after completing his previous attack!

Something was wrong!

Based on his precise control over his own law and his increasingly sophisticated "modeling" of Benjamin's defensive system, after breaking through one layer of the opponent's defense and smashing an arm, there should theoretically have been enough "allowance" left for at least one short-range "process omission" pursuit, or one moderate-intensity defense.

But the truth was that his allowance had hit bottom.

The black-robed wizard's powerful mental force instantly spread outward like an invisible spiderweb, meticulously scanning every trace of energy flow around